I’m writing this in the dark because the power is out in our hostel.
Kashgar, in the far northwest of China. This is where the Chinese train line ends, less than 200 kilometres from the Tajik and Kyrgyz bord...

Vang Vieng, Laos, used to be a byword for everything psychotic abut backpacking in Southeast Asia. Besides bar-hops on an inner tube, there were zip-lines of death, all-night ragers, buckets of liquor and a who...

It’s all Russia’s fault. The country that created borscht, the Comintern and the European far right’s bank surpluses also made us speed almost 3,000 kilometres in just two weeks, with barely any time to smell t...

It all begins in Bali, the trip to Morocco, four oceans no planes. We chose it because it was south of the Equator, easy to get to and glorious.
We arrived in the early morning of September 6 after a long da...

South Korea was never just a country for me—it was aurora coreanus, a constellation of light, hope and opportunity. It’s impossible to say where I would be if it weren’t for South Korea taking me in back in 2002, a broke, depressed, drunk who couldn’t get a job at Starbucks